Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? - Chapter 94

[Warning: SEXUAL SCENES] “Lust. Pleasure. Desire. I’ll teach you everything, but don’t come to me looking for love.”Purchased by the dominating alpha prince, Mila’s life as the personal maid to this lusty prince begins. An innocent maid paired up to serve a wolf in prince’s clothing. As Prince Leonard’s cruel teasing, seductive caresses, and caring side confuse her heart and melt her defenses, Mila learns of lust, pleasure, and desire that she never knew existed. However, the hot and cold prince isn’t interested in giving her the one thing she truly yearns for - his love.Caught up in the politics and drama of a kingdom ruled by wolves, Mila deals with three alpha princes and their jealous lovers. The race to produce the Ultimate Alpha heir would determine which prince would ascend to the throne as the next king has begun. However, Prince Leonard is against breeding to produce an heir. Mila’s life takes a dramatic turn when the royal court starts to believe that she is the only one who can change the prince’s mind and become his mate.Can Mila resist Prince Leonard’s tempting and seductive charm, or will she end up falling hard on him? How long can the two lovers deny their fate?Unbeknownst to them, the night of the full moon is about to change the fate of their lives forever…My other books: Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Lust Contracts, Conquering the Emperor, Substitute Wife for the Mafia King

Hua Rong never expected to find herself in Blackthorn Academy, a notorious school created by the government to reform the most troublesome, undisciplined, and delinquent students. A place where chaos rules, fights break out daily, and the teachers have long given up.But Hua Rong doesn’t belong here. She’s determined to escape and return to her prestigious former school—by playing their game. The only way out? Earn enough points through perfect discipline. No fights. No trouble. No mistakes.Sounds easy, right?Except her new classmates are ruthless, the rules are stacked against her, and one particularly dangerous, devil-may-care boy seems hell-bent on making sure she never gets out. Xu Lingwei, whom she once rejected without a second thought. The boy who now stands at the top of Blackthorn’s unspoken hierarchy— holding a grudge.Under the second moon of fate, is this her second chance to make things right? Or will he be the reason she never escapes?.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Ever since Yang Fan returned to the village, the young women had been practically breaking down his door...